“Somebody’s here. Somebody’s in the house.” I desperately tried to find my phone while trying to not make noise or turn on the lights. I wondered why Henry hadn’t started barking, but then I realized that meant something else entirely. Either Henry knew who was stumbling through my house or whoever it was had done something to him.
As I struggled to find my phone, the knocking in the hallway became louder. I scrambled under the bed only to find Henry already there. He whimpered softly as I wrapped one arm around his shivering body. As he was a sixty-pound Labrador, I was a little shocked he could fit underneath my bed. Henry usually slept in the living room so I was surprised he made it all the way to my bedroom and shoved himself under my bed without waking me up. I was normally a fairly light sleeper and the slightest sound often woke me up.
The banging in the hallway suddenly stopped as a shadow filled the doorway. I blinked a few times to make sure I was seeing correctly. Because what I assumed was a person in the doorway was hovering three inches off the floor. The form in the doorway didn’t have any feet. Henry’s panting became heavier as he sensed the being, if I could even consider it a being. I had never believed in ghosts or the supernatural until that very moment. Before I could scream, the explosion from my driveway woke me up.